privately　disown　the　stuff　his　people　were　made　of。　　Morgan　had　in
  secret　a　small　loftiness　which　made　him　acute　about　betrayed
  meanness；　as　well　as　a　critical　sense　for　the　manners　immediately
  surrounding　him　that　was　quite　without　precedent　in　a　juvenile
  nature；　especially　when　one　noted　that　it　had　not　made　this　nature
  〃old…fashioned；〃　as　the　word　is　of　children　…　quaint　or　wizened　or
  offensive。　　It　was　as　if　he　had　been　a　little　gentleman　and　had
  paid　the　penalty　by　discovering　that　he　was　the　only　such　person　in
  his　family。　　This　comparison　didn't　make　him　vain；　but　it　could
  make　him　melancholy　and　a　trifle　austere。　　While　Pemberton　guessed
  at　these　dim　young　things；　shadows　of　shadows；　he　was　partly　drawn
  on　and　partly　checked；　as　for　a　scruple；　by　the　charm　of　attempting
  to　sound　the　little　cool　shallows　that　were　so　quickly　growing
  deeper。　　When　he　tried　to　figure　to　himself　the　morning　twilight　of
  childhood；　so　as　to　deal　with　it　safely；　he　saw　it　was　never　fixed；
  never　arrested；　that　ignorance；　at　the　instant　he　touched　it；　was
  already　flushing　faintly　into　knowledge；　that　there　was　nothing
  that　at　a　given　moment　you　could　say　an　intelligent　child　didn't
  know。　　It　seemed　to　him　that　he　himself　knew　too　much　to　imagine
  Morgan's　simplicity　and　too　little　to　disembroil　his　tangle。
  The　boy　paid　no　heed　to　his　last　remark；　he　only　went　on：　　〃I'd
  have　spoken　to　them　about　their　idea；　as　I　call　it；　long　ago；　if　I
  hadn't　been　sure　what　they'd　say。〃
  〃And　what　would　they　say？〃
  〃Just　what　they　said　about　what　poor　Zenobie　told　me　…　that　it　was
  a　horrid　dreadful　story；　that　they　had　paid　her　every　penny　they
  owed　her。〃
  〃Well；　perhaps　they　had；〃　said　Pemberton。
  〃Perhaps　they've　paid　you！〃
  〃Let　us　pretend　they　have；　and　n'en　parlons　plus。〃
  〃They　accused　her　of　lying　and　cheating〃　…　Morgan　stuck　to　historic
  truth。　　〃That's　why　I　don't　want　to　speak　to　them。〃
  〃Lest　they　should　accuse　me；　too？〃　　To　this　Morgan　made　no　answer；
  and　his　companion；　looking　down　at　him　…　the　boy　turned　away　his
  eyes；　which　had　filled　…　saw　what　he　couldn't　have　trusted　himself
  to　utter。　　〃You're　right。　　Don't　worry　them；〃　Pemberton　pursued。
  〃Except　for　that；　they　ARE　charming　people。〃
  〃Except　for　THEIR　lying　and　THEIR　cheating？〃
  〃I　say　…　I　say！〃　cried　Pemberton；　imitating　a　little　tone　of　the
  lad's　which　was　itself　an　imitation。
  〃We　must　be　frank；　at　the　last；　we　MUST　come　to　an　understanding；〃
  said　Morgan　with　the　importance　of　the　small　boy　who　lets　himself
  think　he　is　arranging　great　affairs　…　almost　playing　at　shipwreck
  or　at　Indians。　　〃I　know　all　about　everything。〃
  〃I　dare　say　your　father　has　his　reasons；''　Pemberton　replied；　but
  too　vaguely；　as　he　was　aware。
  〃For　lying　and　cheating？〃
  〃For　saving　and　managing　and　turning　his　means　to　the　best　account。
  He　has　plenty　to　do　with　his　money。　　You're　an　expensive　family。〃
  〃Yes；　I'm　very　expensive；〃　Morgan　concurred　in　a　manner　that　made
  his　preceptor　burst　out　laughing。
  〃He's　saving　for　YOU；〃　said　Pemberton。　　〃They　think　of　you　in
  everything　they　do。〃
  〃He　might；　while　he's　about　it；　save　a　little　…　〃　　The　boy　paused；
  and　his　friend　waited　to　hear　what。　　Then　Morgan　brought　out　oddly：
  〃A　little　reputation。〃
  〃Oh　there's　plenty　of　that。　　That's　all　right！〃
  〃Enough　of　it　for　the　people　they　know；　no　doubt。　　The　people　they
  know　are　awful。〃
  〃Do　you　mean　the　princes？　　We　mustn't　abuse　the　princes。〃
  〃Why　not？　　They　haven't　married　Paula　…　they　haven't　married　Amy。
  They　only　clean　out　Ulick。〃
  〃You　DO　know　everything！〃　Pemberton　declared。
  〃No；　I　don't；　after　all。　　I　don't　know　what　they　live　on；　or　how
  they　live；　or　WHY　they　live！　　What　have　they　got　and　how　did　they
  get　it？　　Are　they　rich；　are　they　poor；　or　have　they　a　modeste
  aisance？　　Why　are　they　always　chiveying　me　about　…　living　one　year
  like　ambassadors　and　the　next　like　paupers？　　Who　are　they；　any　way；
  and　what　are　they？　　I've　thought　of　all　that　…　I've　thought　of　a
  lot　of　things。　　They're　so　beastly　worldly。　　That's　what　I　hate
  most　…　oh；　I've　SEEN　it！　　All　they　care　about　is　to　make　an
  appearance　and　to　pass　for　something　or　other。　　What　the　dickens　do
  they　want　to　pass　for？　　What　DO　they；　Mr。　Pemberton？〃
  〃You　pause　for　a　reply；〃　said　Pemberton；　treating　the　question　as　a
  joke；　yet　wondering　too　and　greatly　struck　with　his　mate's　intense
  if　imperfect　vision。　　〃I　haven't　the　least　idea。〃
  〃And　what　good　does　it　do？　　Haven't　I　seen　the　way　people　treat
  them　…　the　'nice'　people；　the　ones　they　want　to　know？　　They'll　take
  anything　from　them　…　they'll　lie　down　and　be　trampled　on。　　The　nice
  ones　hate　that　…　they　just　sicken　them。　　You're　the　only　really
  nice　person　we　know。〃
  〃Are　you　sure？　　They　don't　lie　down　for　me！〃
  〃Well；　you　shan't　lie　down　for　them。　　You've　got　to　go　…　that's
  what　you've　got　to　do；〃　said　Morgan。
  〃And　what　will　become　of　you？〃
  〃Oh　I'm　growing　up。　　I　shall　get　off　before　long。　　I'll　see　you
  later。〃
  〃You　had　better　let　me　finish　you；〃　Pemberton　urged；　lending
  himself　to　the　child's　strange　superiority。
  Morgan　stopped　in　their　walk；　looking　up　at　him。　　He　had　to　look　up
  much　less　than　a　couple　of　years　before　…　he　had　grown；　in　his
  loose　leanness；　so　long　and　high。　　〃Finish　me？〃　he　echoed。
  〃There　are　such　a　lot　of　jolly　things　we　can　do　together　yet。　　I
  want　to　turn　you　out　…　I　want　you　to　do　me　credit。〃
  Morgan　continued　to　look　at　him。　　〃To　give　you　credit　…　do　you
  mean？〃
  〃My　dear　fellow；　you're　too　clever　to　live。〃
  〃That's　just　what　I'm　afraid　you　think。　　No；　no；　it　isn't　fair　…　I
  can't　endure　it。　　We'll　separate　next　week。　　The　sooner　it's　over
  the　sooner　to　sleep。〃
  〃If　I　hear　of　anything　…　any　other　chance　…　I　promise　to　go；〃
  Pemberton　said。
  Morgan　consented　to　consider　this。　　〃But　you'll　be　honest；〃　he
  demanded；　〃you　won't　pretend　you　haven't　heard？〃
  〃I'm　much　more　likely　to　pretend　I　have。〃
  〃But　what　can　you　hear　of；　this　way；　stuck　in　a　hole　with　us？　　You
  ought　to　be　on　the　spot；　to　go　to　England　…　you　ought　to　go　to
  America。〃
  〃One　would　think　you　were　MY　tutor！〃　said　Pemberton。
  Morgan　walked　on　and　after　a　little　had　begun　again：　　〃Well；　now
  that　you　know　I　know　and　that　we　look　at　the　facts　and　keep　nothing
  back　…　it's　much　more　comfortable；　isn't　it？〃
  〃My　dear　boy；　it's　so　amusing；　so　interesting；　that　it　will　surely
  be　quite　impossible　for　me　to　forego　such　hours　as　these。〃
  This　made　Morgan　stop　once　more。　　〃You　DO　keep　something　back。　　Oh
  you're　not　straight　…　I　am！〃
  〃How　am　I　not　straight？〃
  〃Oh　you've　got　your　idea！〃
  〃My　idea？〃
  〃Why　that　I　probably　shan't　make　old　…　make　older　…　bones；　and　that
  you　can　stick　it　out　till　I'm　removed。〃
  〃You　ARE　too　clever　to　live！〃　Pemberton　repeated。
  〃I　call　it　a　mean　idea；〃　Morgan　pursued。　　〃But　I　shall　punish　you
  by　the　way　I　hang　on。〃
  〃Look　out　or　I'll　poison　you！〃　Pemberton　laughed。
  〃I'm　stronger　and　better　every　year。　　Haven't　you　noticed　that
  there　hasn't　been　a　doctor　near　me　since　you　came？〃
  〃I'M　your　doctor；〃　said　the　young　man；　taking　his　arm　and　drawing
  him　tenderly　on　again。
  Morgan　proceeded　and　after　a　few　steps　gave　a　sigh　of　mingled
  weariness　and　relief。　　〃Ah　now　that　we　look　at　the　facts　it's　all
  right！〃
  CHAPTER　VII
  They　looked　at　the　facts　a　good　deal　after　this　and　one　of　the
  first　consequences　of　their　doing　so　was　that　Pemberton　stuck　it
  out；　in　his　friend's　parlance；　for　the　purpose。　　Morgan　made　the
  facts　so　vivid　and　so　droll；　and　at　the　same　time　so　bald　and　so
  ugly；　that　there　was　fascination　in　talking　them　over　with　him；
  just　as　there　would　have　been　heartlessness　in　leaving　him　alone
  with　them。　　Now　that　the　pair　had　such　perceptions　in　common　it　was
  useless　for　them　to　pretend　they　didn't　judge　such　people；　but　the
  very　judgement　and　the　exchange　of　perceptions　created　another　tie。
  Morgan　had　never　been　so　interesting　as　now　that　he　himself　was
  made　plainer　by　the　sidelight　of　these　confidences。　　What　came　out
  in　it　most　was　the　small　fine　passion　of　his　pride。　　He　had　plenty
  of　that；　Pemberton　felt　…　so　much　that　one　might　perhaps　wisely
  wish　for　it　some　early　bruises。　　He　would　have　liked　his　people　to
  have　a　spirit　and　had　waked　up　to　the　sense　of　their　perpetually
  eating　humble…pie。　　His　mother　would　consume　any　amount；　and　his
  father　would　consume　even　more　than　his　mother。　　He　had　a　theory
  that　Ulick　had　wriggled　out　of　an　〃affair〃　at　Nice：　　there　had　once
  been　a　flurry　at　home；　a　regular　panic；　after　which　they　all　went
  to　bed　and　took　medicine；　not　to　be　accounted　for　on　any　other
  supposition。　　Morgan　had　a　romantic　imagination；　led　by　poetry　and
  history；　and　he　would　have　liked　those　who　〃bore　his　name〃　…　as　he
  used　to　say　to　Pemberton　with　the　humour　that　made　his　queer
  delicacies